Connecticut western news., 1887-02-02

other-everything in that same depress- ing order, even their little beds were un- ruffled, each smooth pillow looked as if impressed by sunny head for-oh, so long.
 And, ah, misery! What was that in Willie's room in the porcelain vase?
 Some white flowers tied with white satin ribbon; and this heart breaking emblem in Jennie's room7 Her picture, sweet child! with crown of fading flowers encircling it-and here in Car rie's room her picture, the darling, also crowned with immortelles.
 And Jacks room, forlorn in it's tidi- ness; yes, yes, funeral wreath in his room, dear, loving little Jack.
 Mrs. Jewett's first impulse was to disarrange everything; !, the quiet and palling neatness were goading her to madness :; even kitty had deserted the sunless, childless house, but the children-oh, the children !! The mother felt as if her brain were afre, and her heart was bursting with it's pent grief; she could not end ure it another moment-and she awokc. 1E
 Thank God She was sitting directly in the rare, sweet sunlight which God made to come in, not to be shut out of our homes. In the garden she heard the sweet, delightsome voices of her children-the blessed little children.
 Kitty, with futtering little paws, was clutching with unchecked glee at the tassels of the muslin curtain, and she noticed with sigh of relief that the mahogany bureau, with its furnished surface, had been paved with fresh fn- ger marks.
 Mrs. Jewett arose slowly, locked the door, then knelt down; after awhile she went forth, new quiet in her heart, a new smile on her face.
 In the dining-room she raised the curtains, so that the sunlight danced gaily through the room.
 Jennie came in with torn apron, and was greeted with smile of welcome rent and all.
 Willie had been using paste in the dining-room, and had daubed the cloth, door-knob and his blouse, but mamma patiently showed him how to clean the spots away, and Willie promised with great sincerity to be more careful another time. -.
 The children had gloriously happy day. At night, when they were all asleep, their mother went from room to room, gazing with pure thankfulness at each darling little sleeper, so dear-ah, so dear! She sighed, then smiled at the little porcelain vase in Willie's room, filled with sweet, wild flowers of his own plucking.
 Then she went to her own room, and tearfully told "father'' her terrible dream.
 He kissed his wife's fair brow fondly, and said, soothingly: rs.s F
 'sNever mind, dear; we're all right 1 now"
 And they were. The timely warning was not lost on the mothers heart, for she never forgot how terrible it was when in dreams she roamed from one empty, orderly room to another in quest of her children, and could not find them. | And she resolved that she would moi wait to place white flowers in their hand when the perfume could not reach the ! dulled sense and their fading beauty would only break her heart; the child ren should have the flowers now, while their dear eyes were open to behold them, and their hearts still alive to al of earth's comforts and delights.
 And we would that many another wife and mother, who is drifting into habits of fretfulness and nervousness through undue care for the children' bodies rather than their souls 'tmight dream this lady's dream"